You climb into the black SUV and lean back against the seat. The flight had been long and grueling. After the flight attendants had gone by with their carts, you had to go to the bathroom to clean yourself up. When you had come back, JC had the biggest shit eating grin on his face. Evil bastard, you think, as he climbs in next to you.
The vehicle pulls away from the curb and eases its way into traffic as you lean your head against JC�s chest, his arm coming around to rest on your shoulder, lazily stroking your bare arm. You grin mischievously to yourself and think, Two can play this game.
You let your right hand fall onto his thigh and begin rubbing tiny circles with the pads of your fingers. JC looks down at you suspiciously and you grin innocently, letting your fingers stop momentarily. You snuggle deeper into the warmth of his chest and ignore the warning looks he shoots your way, and let your fingers resume their rubbing.
After a few minutes you let your hand travel a fraction of an inch up until JC grabs your wrist and rasps, �Don�t.�
You pull your wrist from his hand and lay it against his thigh, motionless. He puts his elbow on the armrest and leans his head against his hand, his eyes falling closed. You wait a few minutes before letting your fingers resume their rubbing, a disapproving sound rumbling in his chest against your ear.
You look down and see the rise in his pants, despite his disagreement, and grin softly. You bring your hand until it�s on his upper thigh, softly running back and forth over the rough material of his jeans. You rest your hand over the bulge in his crotch lightly, feeling the heat radiating.
You rub your hand, from heel to fingers, up the rise in his jeans slowly before letting your nails rake softly over it. JC hisses and shifts in his seat. You do it again, applying a bit more pressure, and rub back down, running the heel of your hand from side to side.
�Baby, don�t. Tiny�s in the front seat,� he whispers, his voice a notch deeper.
You steal a quick look to make sure that neither Tiny nor the driver is looking in the rearview mirror before leaning up to nuzzle your lips against his ear. You grin and your breath fans across the skin of his neck when you mumble, �But he�ll never know.�
You push against his erection softly, squeezing a bit, and his hand shoots down to grab your wrist. He bits his lip, eyes squeezed shut, and allows his hips to roll up into your hand. You squeeze him again and he lets out a small sound before trying to tug your hand away.
�Baby, please,� he whines softly, �this isn�t fair.�
You chuckle quietly and whisper in his ear, �Like what you did to me was fair.� He lets out a soft groan of frustration and the grip on your wrist loosens as your rub a little more. �Besides,� you say throatily, �turn about is fair play.�
His head falls back against the headrest and he lets out a short puff of breath when you flick your wrist and squeeze. His hand drops and grips the armrest tightly when you undo his jeans and pull the zipper down slowly, cautious of the sound, and let your hand sneak it�s way in.
�Tired from the flight?� rumbles Tiny from the front seat.
JC jumps in surprise, inadvertently thrusting into your hand. You squeeze in return, and he groans softly. He licks his lips and nods dazedly, sighing a tiny �yeah�. Tiny chuckles and returns to his conversation with the driver. JC lets out a small breath of relief that turns into soft moan when you let the pad of your finger run the length of his erection.
Your strokes are awkward due to the small confines of JC�s jeans but you can feel his chest rising and falling more and more with each intake of breath. He braces his feet against the floor and lets his hips thrust a bit, pushing his hips in tune with your strokes.
�You�re so hard,� you whisper into his ear. His breath hitches and you grin in triumph. �How hard are you?�
He lets out a small sound, cautious of the other people in the car, and licks his chapped lips.
�So hard it hurts,� you ask, squeezing tightly around the base of his penis. JC lets out a tiny yelp and jerks in his seat.
�You all right back there,� asks Tiny, turning his head slightly.
�Yeah,� coughs JC, �just banged my funny bone.�
Tiny laughs and turns back around in his seat. JC lets his head fall against the headrest, his mouth slightly open and his eyes dark and heady, glaring at you.
You giggle softly in his ear as you knead and palm his cock, now slick with the precum that had pearled at the tip. You kiss the spot behind his ear and suckle the skin at the pulse point. �Enjoying yourself?�
�You�re gonna pay for this,� he pants.
You let your nails scratch softly through the kinky hair at the base of his cock before gripping it again, stroking faster. His hips roll into your hand and you drag your thumb around the head of his cock. �What was that?�
He lets out a small �fuck� before biting his lip and pushing his hips into your hand. Your strokes grow faster and you tug harder until he comes with a soft sound, wetness spreading onto your hand. You pull your hand from his jeans and lick your palm delicately, sucking on each finger until it�s clean. JC stares at you through hooded eyes, breath slowing back to normal, and you grin triumphantly.
The car comes to a stop in front of the hotel and you hastily zip him back up just before Tiny opens the door. JC pulls his shirt down over the front of his jeans and steps out, tugging you out behind him. Tiny lets out a disapproving sound and says, �JC, you look like you could use a nap.�